Seeing the face of her mother growing paler, Shen Zhiyu quickly poured her a glass of water.
"Mother, what's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing." Nanzhi patted the head of the little one, her smile somewhat stiff.
If it really is the original plot that would let herself die, does she really have no choice but to accept her fate?
Then why did she return to this world?
Looking at the teardrop-shaped scar on her wrist, Nanzhi pursed her lips, thinking that if last time she traveled here in spirit, this time she must have done so bodily...
"Mother?"
The little one's voice was filled with worry. Nanzhi then realized that she had lost herself in her thoughts and quickly asked in an eased tone: "Zhiyu, how has our household been these past two years?"
"Grandma and aunt are running a food stall, uncle and grandpa have opened a carpentry shop, and I, along with Brother Doudou and Brother Maomao, are going to school. The teacher even praised us for being smart."